Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

"I hereby announce that this ship has been hijacked by us, the Red Siamese Cats. Now, everyone hand over your phones, you..."

Scarface stopped speaking because he noticed that the people in front of him were looking at him even stranger.

His two companions looked at each other, completely bewildered.

They are mercenaries, and they have studied human facial expressions.

The way these people were looking at him made it seem like they were looking at a dead person.

Conan was also bewildered by their confusing actions.

"them……"

Qi Ming nodded.

"Yes, he's already been infected, and now everyone who comes in here has been infected."

This time, he wasn't afraid that these people would reveal the truth.

The reason I took down those people before was because they were Fujioka Takamichi's old subordinates. They knew everything about the plan and also knew Fujioka Takamichi's identity.

But these people are different. They were just hired by Takamichi Fujioka, and they only knew the general plan. They also communicated with Takamichi Fujioka by mobile phone and knew nothing about their boss.

Qi Ming took a sip of juice and shook his head.

"Maybe this is what they mean by holding a poisoned blade and then not being able to resist licking it."

Seeing everyone's nonchalant attitude, Scarface felt increasingly uneasy.

Just then, Scarface heard Qi Ming speaking loudly. He gestured to his companions, one to hold up the gun and the other to put away the phone, while he stepped forward and asked Qi Ming a question.

"What were you just saying? What? You said you licked a poisoned blade?"

"Do you still need me to tell you?"

Qi Ming patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Brothers, you guys released the virus on your own spaceship and then delivered it right to our doorstep. Aren't you guys crazy?"

Did we release the virus ourselves?

But isn't that fake?

The man now understood that these people were probably so calm because they thought they had been infected with the virus.

Perhaps these people felt that since they were going to die anyway, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Hmph, what a bunch of idiots. They don't have any symptoms at all, yet they actually think they're infected.

"...Bro, I know I'm handsome, but you didn't have to watch me turn out like this, did you?"

Hearing Qi Ming speak again, Scarface snapped out of his reverie.

"Behave yourself, or I'll slap your mouth shut..."

Just as Scarface opened his mouth to threaten, his tongue tasted a rusty, metallic flavor.

What is the taste?

Scarface reached out and touched his philtrum in a daze. His fingers peeked out from under his eyes, and a smear of scarlet blood had seeped into his tactical glove.

Blood?

What's going on? He had no idea he was bleeding from his nose!

The man hurriedly tugged at his sleeve to wipe his nostrils, but the nosebleed wouldn't stop.

He was also surprised to find that most of his face seemed to have lost all feeling!

This, this could be... a virus!

He's infected with the virus?!

Faced with this situation, Scarface could only make this judgment.

They were scammed; their boss withheld a lot of information from them!

The intelligence was wrong; this is a real virus!

On the other side, Watermelon Taro, who was in charge of collecting the cell phones, came to the nearest fat reporter.

"Hand over your phones, and behave yourselves."

The chubby reporter stared blankly at his phone, not responding to the watermelon-loving man for a long time.

"Didn't you hear me tell you to bring out your phone?!"

Seeing that he was being ignored, Watermelon Taro raised his gun butt and slammed it into the fat reporter's shoulder.

"be honest!"

The phone fell to the ground, and the chubby reporter clutched his shoulder and screamed loudly.

Seeing that Watermelon Taro was squatting down as if to take his phone away, the fat reporter's face hardened, and he actually jumped up and pinned him down.

"Be honest! Be honest my ass! Come on, kill me! I'm already infected anyway, so go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

"Anyway, I only have three days left to live!"

People often unleash unimaginable power when threatened.

Watermelon Taro was pinned down by the fat reporter and couldn't break free for a long time. All he could do was punch the fat reporter's back again and again.

"What are you doing! Baka! Let go, die die die!"

Seeing this chaotic scene, Nakamori Ginzo and his companions were at a loss as to what to do.

However, upon seeing the submachine gun that had been thrown to the ground, he and Kogoro Mouri exchanged a glance and a thought arose in their minds.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and the horse-faced man who was setting up his gun in front saw that things were going badly and fired in time, hitting the fat reporter in the elbow.

"Ahhh!"

Watermelon Taro, who had been pinned down, managed to escape. He was about to kick the fat reporter a few times, but the reporter only howled in pain after being hit. Then, his pained expression gradually turned into a creepy smile.

"Heh, fine, hit me, I'll make sure you don't live past tonight!"

As if he felt no pain, he pressed his hand hard against the wound and splashed the overflowing blood onto the terrorist's face.

The throw was quite precise; several drops of blood were accurately placed right in the terrorist's eyes, blinding him with blood.

The onlookers, including Qi Ming himself, were all stunned by what they saw.

This guy is ruthless! He's a truly ruthless person!

"No, don't move! I'll shoot if you move again!"

The horse-faced man holding the gun paused for a moment, then put his finger on the trigger again and warned, though he didn't realize that his tone had become quite weak.

The scarred man who was leading the group was still bleeding from his nose. He glanced at the frenzied reporter and quickly shouted to his companions.

"...The situation has changed. Notify everyone to evacuate immediately!"

When their leader spoke, the two men, still unaware of the situation, glanced at Scarface with confusion before nodding and obeying.

However, when they hurriedly arrived at the gate, the three of them suddenly knelt down.

"Boss, I suddenly have a headache, and my body feels numb. I can't feel my legs anymore."

"Boss, I can't move either, what happened?"

With his face covered in blood, Watermelon Taro frantically tried to stand up, but he was completely unable to move, as if he were paralyzed from the waist down.

Seeing Watermelon Taro's face, covered in viral blood, getting closer and closer to him, Scarface couldn't help but punch him.

"Me too, damn it!"

Scarface now wished he could tear that anonymous boss to pieces.

"Damn it, that bastard actually dared to scam us!"